Bill Grace

Padre Island National Sea Shore Poem by Bill Grace

The beach births relicsHappy flesh walks byThey signal the end of our stayThe waves sing their shore meeting chorus On the sand fish rot, daughter poles at a jelly fishA sky of confederate gray billows tell of approaching stormAt the furthest extremity a tree has wreckedShip like a limb juts as mastIt is going no where it is so well beachedWith Viking head it defies ever breaking waves.In the face of this eternity - I celebrateKnowing my miniscule partKnowing "Invictus" is a very separate issue.